5'9 Tower of Terror

Willa Bennett. 17. Completely Innocent. “The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.”

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

Speaking of giving, I feel like it’s been far too long since the last time we gave back to the community. 

[willa-bennett]

You make an excellent point. It's been months. All they've had is school shootings and stalking. How dull.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

You spoil me.

[willa-bennett]

What can I say, I'm a giver.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but I’m not stupid enough to say that I don’t believe you a second time.

[willa-bennett]

Listen, even if I gave a shit about who you were sticking your dick into, I wouldn't kill him. I'd threaten him, maybe force him out of town -- but I wouldn't kill him. You know why? Because I'm not that much of a fucking idiot. I just took his eyes, you want them? Have them. Jerk off, get the last of it out. I can get new eyes. I could even settle for brown ones.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

Oh trust me, I believe you. Either way, I’d better start taking you more seriously from now on, perhaps far enough to consider you a threat to my own merry existence. 

[willa-bennett]

Don't be a dick, I wasn't the one who killed him. I wasn't even here when it happened.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

You just don’t know when to stop, do you?

[willa-bennett]

Oh, you don't believe me. I'm hurt.

Have you seen Ed? Walking around? Sleeping with Ben What's-His-Face? You were at the bar, everyone was there, minus Ed. Look in the obituaries. Look on the news. Google it. I do have the autopsy photos, but heaven forbid, they might be photoshopped! You can ask Tad, I think he shot him. Oh right, did you hear about it? The prom shooting? Apparently there was only one fatality, and that was Ed. I already told the crazy chick her unicorn was dead, I don't need anymore satisfaction through this subject. Ed's dead, so if you need more blue eyes to send to a new one -- I've got two at home.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

Well excuse me for trying to appear a little more human.

[willa-bennett]

It makes me uncomfortable. Would you like autopsy photos?

Admittedly, they're not the most attractive, and I got them for only five bucks and a promise for a date that's not gonna happen. But still, they're evidence. Plus his eyes are open, don't know why they left them, but they are.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

The very least you could do is fake a bit of compassion. 

[willa-bennett]

Says Ian Brady, king of compassion.

C'mon buddy, like you'd do the same for me if -- well, I don't know what if. I don't get attached to blue-eyed boring sluts.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

I’ll be fine. Thank you for your, concern.

[willa-bennett]

I'm sure you'll find a new fuck-friend before the day is up, hopefully you won't get attached.

Hey, perhaps this one won't be a major slut, either.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

Well then shouldn’t you be reveling in the fact that he’s,dead

[willa-bennett]

Kind of am. I mean, even if he wasn't a waste of our time, he was so irritating. Just stood there all mopey and didn't do anything about it. However, you're going to be an angst-ridden mess, and that takes away a lot of the make-up time that we need to run this town again.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

I don’t care. I never cared.

[willa-bennett]

I hate to bring this one up but you scooped out people's eyes because they looked kinda like his. Sounds like caring at least a little bit.

And you sent them to him. Do you know how much money you could've made? -- We could've made? I did help you out, and what did you do? Ship the prizes off to one of the lamest people I've ever met.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

I don’t believe you.

[willa-bennett]

Didn't know you cared so much about Big-Head Super Dead Ed to go into denial mode. 

You know he was only holding you back.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

You never were any good at stand-up.

[willa-bennett]

Oh, trust me. Evanston might have a lot of "miracle children," but this one's not coming back.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

Grand news? Must have passed me by.

Enlighten me.

[willa-bennett]

Well, not necessarily for you. Your little fuck-buddy, Ed. 

He's dead. Got killed, surprisingly not by either of us. Shame, too, he had a massive skull. Could've been used for something.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

Of course, you must have been terrified. 

[willa-bennett]

Completely.

Oh, hey, also, did you hear the grand news?

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

I assumed the hints I’d been sending were clear enough, but apparently not.

Where’ve you been hiding?

[willa-bennett]

There were too many psychopaths here, I was fearing for my life.

But you know, with the death toll rising I couldn't stay away from excitement for so long.

[ian-fu-brady-blog-blog]

My neighbors still haven’t learnt how to keep their voices down during arguments. 

[willa-bennett]

Destroy them. Have you learned nothing?

[thaddeus-zohner]

Someone smart enough to manipulate them into thinking it was a good idea? 

[willa-bennett]

Exactly. AKA me.